West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on October 03, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

There was no denying that warmth of the shower was perhaps one of Tetradore's favorite places in the entirety of his the ship. The warm embrace of that rain upon his skin, that steam that so enveloped him, it was, perhaps, no wonder why the jungle cat was capable of spending far longer the necessary within that marbled shower. Nevertheless, he stepped out of that steam with a sigh of regret, drying off only to find himself jeans and the warmth of a dark, forest green sweater. It was only once he'd pulled that knit clothing over his head that the phone on his dresser vibrating, immediately capturing the man's attention. A simple swipe was all that was necessary before his lips pressed ever so closely together in a frown at the notification that appeared across his screen. He tapped the device, crossing the room only to settle into the chair at his desk as an entirely jovial sound began to emit from the cellphone held in his hand. Nevertheless, Tetradore leaned back into his chair, his socked feet finding their place on the edge of that walnut desk as he swiped past the intro screen on the brightly colored app on his cellphone.

His emerald eyes hardly even glanced up from the device at the sound of Samantha's voice, his fingers moving with poised dexterity across the screen. A soft grunt so left his lips as a way of response to the woman, informing her exactly of where she was. He was aware, vaguely, of the young woman as she settled upon the edge of his desk though the way was entirely oblivious of the skirt she wore or the way she so strove to flatten the wrinkled cotton against her slender legs. His gaze hardly flickered from the screen as she fished an unassuming container from an equally as unnoticed bag. In fact, it wasn't until she declared she had made something and popped open the lid that Tetradore even glanced up from his phone, his emerald eyes focusing momentarily upon that box of fresh cookies even he could smell from his present location. His nose twitched ever so slightly, his eyes briefly darting from the container, to the woman, and back to that container before his phone vibrated in his hand, immediately coaxing his attention to the screen once again. A groan so left his lips at the numbers that danced across the screen, a small scowl crossing his features as he lightly tossed the phone on the desk.

"I was three thousand points away from beating Tobias in Fruit Ninja." He stated, his emerald gaze intently drifting towards the cookies that were held so carefully from his grasp. "Those better be the most amazing cookies I've ever eaten." It was only with the phone settled upon the desk that Tetradore truly became aware of the effort the young woman had placed within her appearance tonight, the presence of a skirt altogether rare. It made his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly in thought, the man momentarily considering if tonight was some sort of event he had somehow forgotten. Still, it was her insistence that the entire box of cookies would be his if he so agreed to leave the Ark with her that made the man all the more suspicious. "Is it....snowing outside or something...?" He inquired, that hesitance certainly lacing his voice. After all, it was the only weather phenomenon in which Tetradore could possibly think of that might so cause him to be unwilling to leave the Ark with the woman in front of him to the point where coaxing with cookies might be required.
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